The Contract

Chapter 5

  

"Do you think he'll make it?" I barely hear my mother whisper. I snap my head up to look at her. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, bold blue eyes are now dull and red from crying. The wrinkles on her face are showing more than ever and she looks way too skinny for her own health.

"Of course he's going to make it mom. He's a fighter. You know that" I say. My mother looks at me with a small smile,but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "He's going to be okay" I reassure her, and myself.

Father has been in surgery for four hours now. The bleeding in his brain didn't stop while he was asleep and the doctor actually showed up early so he started his surgery earlier than expected which was great. I called my mother as soon as they took him to prep for surgery and she immediately started wailing over the phone. I wouldn't blame her with the way she acted, it has been pretty crazy. I might not show that I care for Desmond, but if anything like this did happen to him, I would be by his side the whole way.

I care for those who I should care little about and I know to some people I shouldn't, but I can't help that I have a big heart.

"Mrs. Faust, Mrs. Grey" a doctor says as he comes out of my father's surgery in clean scrubs. He must of had to change them, I doubt it wasn't a messy procedure. My mother and I get up and walk towards him.

"I'm Dr. Kelley. I've been the main surgeon in Mr. Faust's surgery. Now, I have some good news, but I have some bad news" Dr. Kelley starts, mother grabs my hand and squeezes it. Dr. Kelley takes a breath and continues. "We've stopped the bleeding in his brain, for now. He is going to need multiple other surgerys but after those, he's expected to make a full recovery. The bad news, however, is that he might not remember a lot of things" My mother immediately begins to sob. My heart clenches in my chest. Would he forget about mom and I?

"We're hoping he won't forget too much but it might be possible that he doesn't know who you are. He might also need to be taught the basic ways of living: walking, talking, eating, and doing things on his own. When he wakes up, we will know the extent of his injuries but right now, I would prepare for the worst regarding who he will be when he wakes up"

This time, it's my turn to start crying. The tears begin to fall down my face and my body begins to shake. Will he still remember the contract? Will he remember me singing to him when I was little? Would I still be his Little Bird?

My vision begins to blur even more and I wrap my arms around my mother who is silent. I blink and look at her. Her eyes are void of any emotion, an empty shell. She's going to have the hardest time with this.

"I'm sorry to inform you of such things, but I didn't want to sugarcoat it" Dr. Kelley apologizes, I look at him and nod my head. He walks back into the surgery room. I wouldn't want him to sugarcoat anything. This is my father, and if he's not going to remember my mother or I, then I would want to know it. If he's going to be a vegetable for a few days, then so be it. He's my father and I'm not going to give up on him.

My mother walks out of my embrace and towards the chair she was sitting in. She kneels on the ground and begins to pray. We're not that religious but when my mother prays, usually the lord answers.

"Karina" a deep voice I know so well announces behind me as I stare at my father, pale and unmoving, in his hospital bed. I don't even turn to look at Desmond as he walks up behind me. "How's he doing?" He asks. I just shake my head and shrug my shoulders. Ever since they finished surgery, my father hasn't moved. They have blood transfusions going in him as well as other medications. There's so many needles and wires. The tube in his throat is scary to look at but it helps him breathe.